Chapter 614
Chapter 614
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 614
Chapter Title: Deneb's Transgression
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When moral standards confront scorching desire, she realized they were nothing more than fragile hypocrisies that ignite at the slightest spark.
Her actions had long surpassed the boundaries of 'things one should never do'.
For instance, deceiving her son-in-law into bedding her.
Not content with that, exposing her pussy wide open and masturbating right in front of him.
Even providing live commentary on it.
This wasn't reciting a diary to someone else—it was real-time narration of her self-pleasure techniques.
Just a year ago, if someone had forced Deneb into such acts, she would have chosen to preserve her chastity and take her own life instead.
Even now, her cheeks burned crimson, hot enough to cause ringing in her ears.
But her quickened breath wasn't solely from shame and humiliation.
"Countess."
"Haa... Yes, Si-woo..."
Deneb responded in a vulgar pose, standing with her legs spread wide and thrust forward.
Her dress sash undone, skirt flipped back to reveal smooth thighs, with panties half-pulled down, dangling like a skybridge.
The Mirror of Deception's disguise was flawless.
Not just the minor freckles on her body, but even the shape and color of her vulva were perfectly replicated.
Thus, her clit—pearl-sized, far more prominent than Deneb's own—stood erect, twitching wildly under her fingers.
It was far more sensitive than usual.
Her legs trembling uncontrollably wasn't an exaggeration.
"Your explanation stopped."
"S-Sorry... I got distracted for a moment..."
"This isn't a reward—it's punishment. You need to focus and do it right."
He lounged comfortably on the sofa, staring intently at her lewd finger movements as if devouring them.
What's more, without a shred of consideration for her shame, he urged her on with cold, ruthless words.
Even if her exterior was Lucy Yesod's, the performer and the object of observation were Deneb herself.
Her breath caught in suffocating embarrassment, blood turning sticky.
"L-Like this, I keep stimulating my clit... Gently stroking it makes the inside start to get wet... At this point..."
-Squish!
Her slender fingers had been tapping just the clit like piano keys.
Gathering thumb and ring finger as always, Deneb slid them into her hot hole.
"...Haaang!"
-Drip drip splat
In that instant, a surprising gush of fluids from Deneb herself splashed onto the panties' skybridge, staining them.
It wasn't her imagination.
Her inner folds were accepting her touch several times more sensitively than usual.
"With my fingers... pressing the ceiling part... And my palm... Haa... keeps rubbing the clit..."
Her hesitant movements soon aggressively churned her depths.
She knew it.
Anyone seeing this would condemn it as utterly debauched fingering.
If word of Deneb's actions got out, she'd never show her face again.
"Hng...! Hngh...! Haaang...!"
Yet Deneb's hand didn't stop.
She repeatedly excavated her own weak spots.
Spreading her thighs wide as if flaunting her masturbation.
Love juices began splashing between her palm...
"Kuheup...!"
Her choked breath twisted, spilling from her narrowed throat.
-Spurt spurt!
"Haaaang!"
She squirted messily, reaching a light climax.
2.
"Ah... Life."
At that moment, Al bireo lay in her room, sensing her little sister's masturbation alert.
"Yeah... As long as you're happy. Hng..."
The previous time with the twins had nearly caused a disaster; she'd been ready to burst in and give her a piece of her mind.
But actually broaching the subject was too embarrassing,
and upon reflection, Deneb hadn't really done anything wrong.
She might have a slight late-blooming indulgence, but the act itself was just masturbation, wasn't it?
Given Deneb's delicate, sensitive nature, learning this could mortify her to death.
She'd probably swear off masturbation forever.
At the end of her life, Al bireo just wanted to let her indulge freely—minus sleeping with her son-in-law.
As an elder sister who loved her sibling, she chose to turn a blind eye.
Fortunately, it only happened at deep night when she was alone, without disrupting daytime activities.
Al bireo reclined on the sofa, eyes closed.
"Haa... Hmm..."
After a grueling day, lying on the sofa with a drink, savoring shared sexual pleasure.
Once a day, up to two or three.
She'd grown accustomed to these unwelcome waves of ecstasy.
What once felt alien and unpleasant now fit her body like tailored clothes.
Indeed, sharing an orgasm flooded her with dopamine, endorphins, oxytocin, and prolactin, inducing blissful warmth.
No better fatigue cure existed—she couldn't deny it.
Though less full embrace and more resigned acceptance.
Observing the sensations calmly, like soaking in a bath, her lower belly tightened.
"Oh, it's intense today..."
Somehow, the sensitivity was far higher than usual; she could tell.
Pathetically, she'd grown so familiar with this phenomenon that she could even appraise it.
Maybe the link wasn't fully synced yet?
The brand's insistent throbbing felt unusually potent.
"Eut...!"
Al bireo set down her glass.
She gripped the sofa armrests like a passenger on a crashing plane.
Her toes lifted, pleasure deeper and more vivid than before.
The footsteps of approaching orgasm rustled in her ears.
"Haaa...!"
Her toes pointed like a ballerina, shoe slipping off with a clack.
But she had no time to care.
Her breaths slowed to one per second; her heart pounded as if relocated to her gut.
Her vision frosted at the edges amid dizzying ecstasy.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..."
Al bireo exhaled raggedly, picked up her glass, and wet her throat with wine.
"Anyway..."
That should be it for today.
No second wave, so she moved to tidy up and rise—only to slump back down.
"Huh...?"
No one had touched her, but thanks to Deneb, Al bireo's pussy was ripening.
The wild pleasure surged again.
"Wh-What...?"
Deneb masturbating two or three times in a row wasn't rare.
But always with intervals.
Post-climax, a woman's body becomes hypersensitive, like a touch-me-not seed.
Yet this pleasure struck immediately after.
"Must be one of those days... Eut..."
Al bireo sighed deeply and slouched back onto the sofa.
"Eh...! Huh...? Hngh...!"
But this pleasure felt different from before.
Hard to dismiss as mere hypersensitivity;
indescribable, but the tempo was impossibly fast.
"I-I just came...?"
In less than a minute, her body signaled climax.
"Hngh...!"
Al bireo clenched her teeth against the drenching ecstasy.
Her heaving chest proved how calorie-intensive multiple orgasms were.
She came.
Pathetically easily.
"W-Wait, what the hell...!"
Instinctively, a chill ran down her spine.
Just as she'd relaxed, thinking it was over, merciless pleasure chased her again.
"A-Again?"
Even passively reclining with eyes closed drained her stamina.
Deneb, actively fingering, must be exhausted.
Yet diving into a third without respite?
Did she buy a toy?
As Al bireo marveled in bewilderment...
3.
"Countess, you're still so clumsy at masturbating. Doesn't this feel better?"
"Haaaang...! Haaaang...! Stop...! Si-woo...! Please stop now...! It's already... Already... the third time...! Hiiik...!"
Deneb wailed like a child in Si-woo's arms.
He gripped her slender waist firmly, propping her up, while ravaging her pussy mercilessly with one hand.
Under the guise of teaching masturbation, his relentless G-spot assault far outclassed her amateur efforts.
Of course, knowing her own body, Deneb knew her weak spots best.
But his unhesitating power pinpointing them, honed by experience, and tireless stimulation overwhelmed her.
Thus, she achieved the hidden quest of three climaxes in five minutes.
"Haa...! Gently, please...! Kyaa! Kyaa!"
Easily surpassing the fourth, Deneb could no longer stand on her own legs.
-Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Just a bit more effort."
"S-Si-woo...! I'm cumming...! Hngk...! Hngg...! Hiiiik!"
-Spurt!
As she tumbled into her fifth climax, her walls clenched fiercely around his fingers.
Pooled love juices erupted like a tidal wave, splattering the carpet.
"Good job. Masturbate like this from now on."
"Haa... Haa... Hngk..."
Unable to respond properly, by the time she comprehended his words,
she came to with her ass raised high, collapsed in that pose.
It resembled a bitch awaiting mating.
Her drenched crotch fully exposed, even the back hole he'd opened obscenely visible.
Reflexively hunching her shoulders in shame, Deneb...
"You're extra sensitive today. Something up?"
"No... Haa... Haa..."
A question that would have made her heart sink moments ago, but now Deneb had no spare thoughts for trivialities.
This pose signaled his intent to penetrate.
Not just toyed with by fingers, but churned by his thick cock, filled with sticky semen.
"Quickly... Put it in..."
Her body trembled in anticipation and arousal.
"Put what in?"
Si-woo remained leisurely before such a Deneb.
Rubbing his glans against her dripping slit, feigning ignorance.
"Beg properly, and I'll put it in."
His relaxed demeanor, opposite her desperation, sparked even resentment.
Unbeknownst to her, Deneb instinctively shook her hips to swallow his glans.
She wanted it inside.
Pounded.
Under him.
Finally shedding all moral brakes, ignoring her disheveled state, Deneb desperately sought seductive dirty talk.
"Si-woo... With your... cock..."
As a result, she uttered words she'd never dreamed of saying.
"Please... fuck my royal pussy..."